Chapter 463: The outcome has been decided, the Cigar Society will be crushed!

Chapter 463: The outcome has been decided, the Cigar Society will be crushed!

Chapter 463: The outcome has been decided, the Cigar Society will be crushed!

The rockets that were called in not only destroyed the police cars on the road, but also destroyed the police officers' determination to fight. After the robbers showed their ability to eliminate them at a specific point, the remaining resistance had lost its meaning and was just a waste of sacrifice.

The police officers screamed in horror and shouted to retreat, abandoning the battlefield and fleeing to the rear.

The opportunity to fight had appeared, and Wang Zhijun immediately seized it, urging the attack loudly: "Go, go, go!"

"Charge." Zhang Wansheng, Chen Aiguo, and Li Shenghe seemed to have returned to the days of heroic battles in the mountains of Vietnam amidst artillery fire.

Although the battlefield has changed from deep mountains and old forests to high-rise buildings and steel forests, the mission of punishing foreign invaders and defending sovereignty has once again overlapped in people's hearts.

These pro-British police officers who support the British Hong Kong authorities and have repeatedly suppressed the Chinese are even more hateful than the Vietnamese!

The rest of the flag soldiers were pleasantly surprised to see 40 guns clearing the way, and their courage grew. They rushed into the battlefield with guns and began to clear out the remaining enemies.

The rapid gunshots became intermittent and short and powerful.

"Da da."

"Da da da."

Every time a gunshot was heard, someone died.

Young lives are constantly lost, among them are police officers who abide by the regulations and uphold justice, but their positions are different, and regardless of right or wrong, there is only victory or defeat.

They are just the chips placed on the gambling table in every political struggle, winning and losing, back and forth, wave after wave.

The only person sitting at the gambling table always has the same face.

But who would be willing to leave the table if they don’t lose all their chips? Only when you clear all the chips of the foreigner can you kick him off the table!

Next life.

Don't eat the food of the foreigners!
Wang Zhijun and others, who made war their profession, had already developed a heart of stone. They killed one after another without wavering in their hearts.

The police car No. 40 was in the middle of the convoy and was not the direct target of the fire. Security Department Superintendent Ni Feiming saw the assault car flying into the air under the baptism of rockets, leaving only wreckage. He was trembling all over and shouted loudly: "Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

"Withdraw from Leighton Road. There is still a chance to escape."

At this time, the plan of holding on and waiting for help has failed. There is no way to do anything. Resisting is just waiting for death. Escape from Leighton Road and go as far as you can. If you can meet a support team, you will have a chance of survival.

After all, Hong Kong Island is still under the rule of the authorities, and the window of opportunity for the Red Bandits' decapitation operation is very short. Sometimes you don't have to win the battle, just running away is victory.

The driver of the special car had received special driving training, and even though he was terrified, his driving skills were still first-rate. He immediately followed the order of his superior, reversed and drifted, knocked away debris along the way, and successfully withdrew from the scene of the firefight.

Although there were some bumps along the way, the luxury car had superior performance and managed to push past the car behind it and return to the main road of Leighton Road.

Zhang Wansheng suddenly saw a car start to flee, and immediately realized that Da Yu was in the car. He called on several team members to rush into the van and quickly chase after it.

The rest of the flag soldiers raised their guns and fired quickly, but the streets had been blasted by 40 rounds of gunfire and there was too much debris, so their shooting range was limited and they were unable to do anything about the cars.

Zhang Wansheng in the van was anxious, urging his eldest brother to rush over. The eldest brother was helpless, missing the Type 59 tanks in the camp.

Just as the eldest brother was driving around the roadblock, chasing after him, the police car that had gone far ahead suddenly came back.

Zhang Wansheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened his eyes wide and shouted in surprise: "You dare to come back and die!"

The sharp-eyed elder brother noticed that the tires of the police force were already smoking. The foreigners did not come back to kill them, but were pushed back by a silver-gray Toyota sedan!
He Junhong held the steering wheel with both hands, his face was ferocious, he stepped on the accelerator, and stared at Ni Feiming through the window glass.

I saw Ni Feiming holding a gun in the passenger seat, shooting outside the car: "Bang!"

The .38 bullet penetrated the rear windshield, and the cracks were like a spider web. The bulletproof windows that cost a lot of money to build became a cage for everyone in the car.

Ho Kwan-hung pushed them to the execution ground.

Ni Feiming was so angry that he fired two more shots, but the bullet from the last shot bounced back, passed through the back of the chair and pierced into the driver's shoulder.

puff.

The driver groaned, looked painful, and quickly stepped on the brakes.

Zhang Wansheng was sitting in the car. He slapped the seat, opened the door, and shouted, "Get out of the car, get out of the car."

Three fierce bandits armed with rifles followed closely behind him, rushed down with guns in hand, and followed Zhang Wansheng to the front of the Mercedes-Benz.

The four men stood in a line, raised their Type 56 pistols, and fired wildly at the front windshield, using up all the bullets in the magazines.

"Da da da."

"Da da da."

Hundreds of bullet shells fell to the ground, full of force, and bounced off the four people's feet. Bullets continued to fly, spraying towards the car windows at close range.

No matter how strong the bulletproof glass is, it cannot block a volley of 7.62mm bullets from a distance of two meters.

Just a few seconds after the shooting, the entire glass shattered and fell on the hood like raindrops, covering the ground.

The remaining bullets were like a thunderous hurricane, quickly turning the two people in the front seat into sieves. In the end, the entire car was filled with bullet holes, shaped like a honeycomb.

When they ran out of bullets, the four men lowered their guns with satisfaction and changed magazines.

Ho Kwan-hung pushed open the car door, holding a .38 police rifle, and walked into the battlefield slowly. He opened the rear door of the Mercedes-Benz sedan and dragged out Zhuo Youquan who was hiding in the back seat.

Zhuo Youquan's military uniform was covered in blood. He collapsed to the ground with his hands covering his face. He was so scared that he was out of control and unconscious.

He does not have the glory in front of the media cameras, nor does he have the dignity of being the second brother of the police force.

It was him who made an emotional speech in front of the Governor and swore allegiance. It was him who devoted himself to the foreigners in the hotel room and abused his subordinates. It was him who whimpered and wailed on the ground, trying to survive!

Ho Kwan-hung lifted his hands with his feet, looked straight into his cloudy pupils, raised his gun without mercy, and was about to pull the trigger to end a piece of history.

At this time, Zhang Wansheng, who had already walked to the side of Ho Kwan-hung, lowered the muzzle of Ho Kwan-hung's gun and said, "The big boss wants to live."

He Junhong held back his anger and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is he still useful?"

Zhang Wansheng took off his gun, turned off the safety, stepped forward and stuffed it back into Ho Kwan-hung's gun bag, and whispered to him: "It's not over yet. One more chip means one more chance of winning."

"When the time comes, the big boss will hand the person over to you."

Ho Kwan-hung nodded slowly, and before turning away, he kicked Zhuo Youquan hard. Zhuo Youquan immediately covered his lower abdomen and cried out in pain. Zhang Wansheng waved his hand and asked his brothers to take the people away, and the group quickly evacuated by car. Back to the Black Pier in Causeway Bay, he took the people on the big plane and fled directly to the Macao River.

On the boat, Wang Zhijun finished his call to his boss, put away the antenna, and seeing the Haojiang dock in sight, he ordered: "Throw all the weapons and equipment into the sea."

"Yes."

The brothers quickly threw the goods away to destroy the evidence.

The Flying Tigers had already been urgently dispatched to the Police Headquarters. After receiving Ni Feiming's call for help, they were ready to go, and their response speed was much slower.

After all, compared with the deputy commissioner of rescue operations, reorganizing the police command center is the most important thing for the police force at the moment.

That night, at three o'clock in the morning.

Lisboa Hotel. Zuo Shou, wearing a tie and a white suit, arrived at the hotel parking lot with ten personal guards. The hotel security director had already brought 20 gunmen and waited for the people of Zhongyi Hall for a long time. When he saw Zuo Shou, he stepped forward to shake his hand and said, "Brother Zuo Shou, everyone is resting in the executive suite."

"Thank you, Director You." He adjusted his tie with his left hand and shook hands with Director You. The ten men behind him were already in the trunk, taking out black backpacks.

Each of them held a large bag filled with cash and followed the boss into the hotel, taking the owner's elevator directly to the executive floor.

The soldiers from the provinces and Hong Kong who participated in the battle received the notice and gathered in Wang Zhijun's room. Zuoshou walked into the room and ran straight to Wang Zhijun, opened his arms, hugged him generously, and asked with concern: "Brother Jun, are you okay?"

Wang Zhijun's left hand was wrapped in gauze, slightly bleeding. His lean face was a little pale, with a cigarette in his mouth, and his smile was undiminished: "I was bitten by a stray bullet. Luckily, it's a minor injury."

"That's fine."

Zuo Shou let out a long sigh, then glanced at Zhang Wansheng and the others, frowned again and asked, "Where's Brother Aiguo?"

The battle was particularly fierce, with three people killed, five injured, and nearly half of the eighteen people shot.

Zhang Wansheng sat on the bed and said, "The bullet went through my ribs. I'm lying in a private hospital. The surgery has just been completed."

Zuo Shou nodded slowly: "Thank you for your hard work."

As long as there are no major losses among the core team headed by Wang Zhijun, the casualties of other personnel are acceptable in the eyes of the society.

Nothing more than spending some money.

The henchmen who followed Zuoshou to the scene had already unzipped their backpacks and started settling the balance with other flag soldiers according to the list.

Those who sacrificed their lives will receive resettlement allowances, and those who were injured will receive medical expenses.

Lao Zhong always finishes what he starts and has an excellent reputation in the underworld. Ordinary soldiers and bandits are a constant source of resources that can be replenished.

But it’s rare to find a Red Stick as loyal and capable as Wang Zhijun!
After getting the money, the brothers all expressed their gratitude. Some returned to their rooms to rest, some called beautiful girls to come over, and some went downstairs directly to start gambling.

With his left hand, he twisted open the bedroom door of the suite and saw Zhuo Youquan, who was tied up on the bed. He was amazed and said, "He is such a scourge that he has been around for thousands of years."

"The police officers who were protecting him were killed, but he wasn't shot, only had minor flesh wounds."

Wang Zhijun stood beside him and said, "The big boss has to call in person to recommend someone."

Zuo Shou smiled and said slowly, "The boss didn't ask me to bring anyone, but asked me to arrange some people to entertain Zhuo Sir."

In the living room, Zhang Wansheng picked up the ringing landline, answered twice, and opened the door of the hotel room with a strange look on his face. He saw the security director You Qiangguang standing at the door with ten strong, tall, muscular gigolos.

There are black people, there are white people, there are South Asian people.

With his left hand around Wang Zhijun's shoulders, he walked out of the bedroom and said with a smile, "Tonight is Mr. Zhuo's happy hour. Let's go to another room and have a couple of drinks."

"Don't disturb Sir Zhuo's enjoyment."

Qingfeng Street, Chaoyi Restaurant.

Jiang Hao, Lao Mo, Guang Zai and other hall masters who were out on business returned to Tuodi. Everyone looked excited and excited. Lao Zhong planted a flag in the General Administration and kidnapped the deputy director of the operation, Zhuo Youquan, which not only shocked Hong Kong, but also became famous in the underworld.

They also have the initiative in the situation and have the bargaining chips in their hands whether it is war or peace.

It’s a pity that none of the gangs got any credit, and when they all gathered together, some people were inevitably unwilling to accept the result and threatened to fight the foreigners to the end.

These red sticks in the society only seek prestige, but don't care about politics. But there is a more realistic problem facing Yin Zhaotang and Fat Cat.

I heard the hall masters talking at once and uttering harsh words.

Grandpa Cat Uncle was not happy, and even felt it was a bit noisy. He put down his teacup, looked unhappy, and cursed loudly: "Fight, fight, fight, all of you are stupid."

"Zhongyi has already infiltrated the police headquarters, and they still want to fight. Don't you want to think about how to end it?"

The enthusiastic red sticks were poured cold water by Grandpa. They all stopped talking and sat down, drinking tea and water, and glanced at the person sitting next to them.

Lao Mo muttered, "There's Atang."

Jie Shiyong nodded in agreement: "Yes, the big ones think of ways, and the small ones do the hard work. You tell us what to do, and we'll do it."

Yin Zhaotang received everyone's pleading looks and smiled to smooth things over: "Brothers, you are willing to help the club, which is good. The club also has places where you brothers can be used."

"But the fighting and killing is over. If the fighting continues tonight, all businesses in Hong Kong will be afraid to open tomorrow, and the social groups will be affected in making money."

"Give the police one night to find a new person to negotiate terms with us."

The brothers had heard what Longtou said and supported him: "Okay, we are not good at negotiation, let's leave it to Grandpa and Longtou."

"Anyway, you older ones are responsible for talking, and we younger ones are responsible for fighting. It's that simple."

Fighting is never an end, it is only a means to an end.

After the boss finished the meeting, Ah Le went up to the attic, took out a photo, and said, "Boss, I got a photo from Sing Tao Daily's editor-in-chief, Li."

Yin Zhaotang took the photo, his eyes fell on the photo paper, and immediately handed it to Niu Qiang: "Print one and hang it on the wall, then send the photo to the New Territories Printing Factory."

"Use some space on the page and use this as the headline tomorrow."

On the photo paper was the famous Hong Kong painting of the Zhongyitang flag flying in the police station square.

When the war in the underworld died down, the street gangsters returned to their houses and waited for tomorrow. Inside the police headquarters, the three buildings were brightly lit.

Hong Kong Island, Kowloon, New Territories, Marine Police.

All the four major regions, and the magistrates above the level of superintendent, gathered in the 100-person conference room on the third floor of Building A. Police Commissioner Henry May, in uniform, stepped onto the podium and announced the suspension of Deputy Police Commissioner Zhuo Youquan in accordance with the Police Force Management Regulations.

When the constitutional committee members present learned that the anti-gang operation launched by Zhuo Youquan had not been authorized by the Commissioner of Police, they were all shocked and horrified.

Specifically, was it that Zhuo Youquan held on to his power and seized power beyond his authority, or that Mei Henry destroyed the procedures and shirked responsibility, except for a few top executives who knew the inside story?

The police superintendents from various departments present were unable to investigate the matter further, but someone had to take responsibility for the failure of Operation Green Light.

Zhuo Youquan, who deserted the battlefield and his whereabouts are unknown, causing huge losses to the police force, is undoubtedly the best candidate that everyone likes.

At the same time, the downfall of Zhuo Youquan means that the "Cigar Club" forces cultivated by the former Police Commissioner will face a comprehensive internal purge.

At this point, it has little to do with political struggles or factional strife. It is just another recurrence of "the winner is the king, the loser is the enemy" in a corner of the world.

First, the vacant deputy director position must be filled immediately. Secondly, the rest of the "Cigar Club" members must be transferred, retired, influenced layer by layer, and replaced with new people to fill the power pyramid.

Under the premise that the authorities must use Chinese people in order to gain control of the police force, excluding the deeply rooted cigar club, there are very few people left who can take on the important task.

The most competitive candidates are Senior Assistant Director of the New Territories Region, Wang Dingwen; Senior Assistant Director of the Hong Kong Island Region, Mao Zhiming; Assistant Director of the Kowloon Region, Yu Shaoze; and Assistant Director of the Criminal Department, Lu Xuan.

The rest of the senior directors are either foreigners, civilian staff, or have worked in the General Administration for a long time as heads of Class A departments.

Lacking the experience of independently managing a region, he would not have enough votes to take the position in times of crisis for the police force.

This interim vote will adopt a simplified procedure to first elect the "Acting Deputy Director", who will then be submitted to the Governor's Office for approval tomorrow in order to obtain the Governor's letter of appointment.

(End of this chapter)